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Nameless Oct 2014
Hi mom,
I exist.
Despite what you think;
your little girl that lived in your tummy,
walks this earth!
Wandering with a scense of ABANDONMENT-----
Asking herself
(Where's mom?)
and
(Why doesn't she care?)
Then I get angry,
screaming till my lungs give way.
(!!!AM I NOT THE DAUGHTER YOU WANTED!!!)
Am I even a memory or a fading shadow,
left in the depths of your lost N' sorry mind.
So don't expect me to mourn your death.
'Cause all thats left in my heart for you is HATE and WRATH.
Nameless Oct 2014
He looks to the playground;
seeing only a little boy,
alone on the swings.
He thinks to himself,
where could my daughter be?
The little boy
on the swing lifts his head,
looking back at the father.
The father just sitting there,
(WONDERING)
where his little girl is.

I grab my backpack.
Smiling as I run to fathers car.
It takes him a moment to long,
to realize that little boy...
Was his daughter,
alone on the swings.
Nameless Oct 2014
I rise against,
the forces inside me.
They tug and pull,
trying to hide me.
But,
what is there to fear?
I don't want
anyone there!
'Cause you see,
I don't REALLY care.
Nameless Oct 2014
They don't know
...
why does it bother me,
isn't it better this way;
them not knowing
...
What happened in my past,
it messed me up
BAD
...
Things like that,
they **** people up
...
my life was some what normal,
before then.
but it twisted and shattered
any hopes
that I can be anything
BUT
okay
...
My past.
what it did,
to me.
The effect,
it had.
...
they don't know,
they'd only feel sorry
and give me pity;
if they
knew
what happened
to my life
till I was five
...
I'm
just lucky
to be
ALIVE
I can't focus on the past,
or I couldn't live for the future.
{Because I am wise beyond my years}
Nameless Oct 2014
People make me nervous.
Don't ask why,
'cause I can't explain.
But they make my hair stand on end,
when they walk my way.
I start to steadly shake and quiver,
as their body brushes against mine...
I hope they just say hi and take their leave.
Nameless Oct 2014
My insomnia is getting to me,
seeing things that should only exist;
in my dream relm.

I wonder,
can the people around me see them too?
...No, or they'd be screaming too.
Nameless Oct 2014
I feel for you;
making my heart skip a beat.
You are creative and it shows;
like when you draw on your hands,
the ones I wish I could hold.
But every time I try to show,
(the way I feel)
my courage dissapates;
And I'm left there just staring...

Lost in the flood of my thoughts.
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